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Your Love, Under the Fading Night

After ten years of marriage, my wife still insists that my daughter and I must report every cent we spend. Even though she’s extremely wealthy, my daughter and I were locked in the basement for three days and nights without food. It was all because I forgot to tell her I bought a $5 pair of socks. I used to think she was just emotionally cold. Until one day, her recently divorced first love came over with his son, asking to stay for a while. That man accidentally ordered a hundred pairs of LV sneakers online. Then when the $10,000 bill arrived, my wife just signed the receipt and swiped her card without a second thought. Another time, his son took my wife’s Rolls-Royce for a joyride and crashed the million-dollar car into a wall. She didn’t even care about the damage and got worried about the boy's injury instead. “If he likes it, I’ll just buy him another one,” she said with a smile. When my daughter and I were finally let out of the basement, we saw my wife casually buying $3,000 worth of video game skins for that same boy. When she saw us, her face tightened as usual. “Did you realize your mistake? Next time you spend money, remember to report it first.” For the first time in ten years, I talked back. “What if I don’t? Are you going to divorce me again?” For years, “divorce” had been her sharpest weapon against us. She froze for a second, then said coldly, “Yes.” “Then let’s do it,” I said.